Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.